She mentally listed the things he needed.
Like a good hausfrau with a heavy heart,
she packed his life into neat little
traveling squares
of canvas and cares...
she knew better than he
what was needed for the journey
letting him insist some contrary reality
smiling while he spoke sternly
not afraid to let him speak his mind
as long as he let her control his heart...
a kiss for the long separation
a knowing look
a pretended grand levity--
gracious in grieving heaviness
she laughs and sighs in turns
determines that tears are a woman's
unfair arsenal,
for what infernal device born of men's imagination
can withstand that weapon of mass instruction?
besides, she cannot let him stay
or beg him stay
for either way, should he remain
with her he'd without those necessary things
he never brings when he is in her arms
So beautiful.
so nice. lovely. and here is one I wrote on a long road trip just gladly ended.
Tapestry
So… the word
between somewhere and
solitude, a greeting
or serving for the last sound
that we have for each other,
an efficient strand
that creates one idea
for beginning and ending
and the possibilities that
weave like the touch
of remorse upon our own
unrepentant skin,
that will ache to feel
the inevitability of departure
since the destination has been
booked, and we have dressed
in the serviceable fibers
of our traveling clothes again.
and so turns around us,
the silk that binds us each
to silence and surrounds
the memory of where
the process began and
the dyes of interpretation
were absorbed so bright
in the thread
we made together
in anticipation of a time
when the string unwinds
and so leaves us to
destiny in other designs,
we move now
from lostness
to the found